~tntduo oneshots~

my cheerleader

cheerleader quackity and book worm and artist wilbur :D collage au :') a bit of angst

wilburs pov :)
quackity, he was out of my league, like WAY out of my league. he was popular, pretty and on the cheer team. i was the opposite, im an outcast, i mean im some what attractive and im not apart of any clubs or teams.

i spend all my time either in class, library or my dorm. but the funny thing is, my roommate is quackity... woo!

he probably thinks im weird, i dont talk much and listen to music. he often has his boyfriends over, he has two, which i still dont know how that works, but ok. i believe their names are karl and sapnap, well nick but everyone calls him sapnap. im usually out or staying at someone elses dorm, either cause i dont want to be there or quackity told me to.

no ones pov:

quackity walked into their dorm sobbing, wilbur heard it through his headphones. he slipped them off and watched quackity fall into his bed. "uhm, you ok?" wilbur sucked at making conversation.

he got out of bed and walked over to quackitys bed and sat at the edge. "no!" his voice cracked.

"uhm, would you like to talk about it?" wilbur was decent at being comforting.

quackity sat up, hugging a pillow and mascara running down his face. he sniffled, "karl and sapnap, b-broke up with me!" he broke out in tears.

"shh," wilbur wrapped his arms around quackity and pulled him close, not caring if mascara got on his sweater. "do you know why? sorry if that came out wrong," wilbur spoke softly.

"they s-said that karl f-forgot me? and i dont k-know what or how that works, but i said o-ok and came back here," his voice was shaky and low.

"oh, well, i uhm," wilbur thought for a moment. "i really dont think theyre worth the time," he lifted quackitys chin, so he was looking at him.

he pulled quackity closer and tried to comfort him. "c-can you stay in bed with me tonight?" quackity still had his head buried in wilbur chest.

"uhm, yeah, of course," wilbur was flustered, and blushing like crazy.

"im gonna get changed and wipe ny makeup off," quackity got off of wilbur.

wilbur was already in comfortable clothes, seeing as he was in bed all day. he sat in quackitys bed and waited for him to come back. quackity came back and sat in bed. quackity cuddled up to him and instantly fell asleep.

wils pov

im freaking out right now, the guy i have be inlove with for months got broken up with and he's cuddling with me. now im not saying im happy they broke up, but im say im happy they broke up. im gonna treat him better than anyone else can.

/next morning/no ones pov/
quackity woke up in wils arms and remember he had practice today. he scrambled out of bed and got ready. before he left he admired wil, then sprinted out the door.

"alex! you're late!" the coach shouted.

"practice hasn't even started! i was only 3 minutes late anyway!" quackity was way too out of breath for this.

"just get to warm up!" the coach demanded.

quackity set his bag down and walked over to his only friend there, george. george was quietly stretching, until he saw quackity. "oh, hey Q!" george faced quackity.

"hey, gogy," quackity started to do his stretches.

quackity looked back up at george, noticing the hickey on his chest, barely visible, it was mostly covered by his uniform. "so how was your date last night?" quackity snickered.